tis an awfully slow night. everyone seems to be preoccupied with meatterms and whatnot while i sit here, listening to this nirvana unplugged cd for probably the 1000th time. classic i say. my attempts in finding spanktastically great new indie bands have been less successful. SOMEONE SUGGEST....STUFF!! the latest greatest thing ive probably listened to is this new matt pond PA album.

ah, coming home to surprise my parents for easter was well worth the trouble. after hanging out with some friends who were on spring break saturday, i climb into bed at 130 only to be woken up to go to 4am mass. "salubong" is the proper filipino lingo for this shabang, which included a scrumptious filipino filled breakfast. oh but this goodness came at a price. after sleeping for 2 desperately needed hours i awokened to the drumming of my stomach. so much gassage its not even funny. no matter what positition i turned, my stomach would follow up with this disturbing bubbling. you can probably assume what immediately followed- and no i didnt go in my pants. then i went to a family easter party! its always good to see chat it up with relatives telling everyone the same thing: " oh yeah, im doing fine at davis. the weathers pretty much the same as fresno's. yatta yatta yeah mom misses me." but the most enjoyable part of these family party thingies is hanging out with my cousins' kids. they all remind me of me when i was little, whether it was the one that would eat things even if they touched the ground, or the one that punched me everytime she saw me, or the one that told me i was sucky in basketball. i suppose all of this ties with how i just answered clems question: whats more bittersweet, memories or photos. photos, definitely, because they capture only a fraction of time. whereas memories are like movies, and you can choose to playback only the best parts, over and over and over and over. which leaves me to wonder, i guess the cliched theme of treasuring your youth proves true. its always fun to act like a little kid. i look at how much more complicated life becomes as you grow older, to the point where you occupy yourself with so many important things. when youre young, you watch that episode of ninja turtles and flip out and then start pretending your michelangelo when youre with the other kids during every recess. i guess one could recapture that experience by engaging in some mad drinking, but i dont recommend it. in fact i frown upon it. ill reserve another day to ramble about the consequences of drinking. yeah i sound like a goody goody, but, alls i gotta say is...ummm...fuck you, im still alive, and my livers gonna last a hell of a lot longer than yours. so when you need that liver transplant, id rather give my liver up to some old geezer than you. as for living without a liver, oh, ill find a way around that.